I am what some people would call an introverted, computer-obsessed, elitist, nerd. Some people call me that, but most other people call me much worse things. I have several friends, but we do all of our socializing on the Internet. I play lots of games on the computer, I eat lots of junk food, and I wear lots of funny t-shirts. That is me in a nutshell, and it doesn’t get much deeper than that. I was an angry guy because I felt the world didn’t understand me, but I never actually tried to go out into that world and introduce myself. My loneliness was mostly my own fault.

I was constantly aware of how bad my social anxiety was getting, but it was verging on agoraphobia. I didn’t want to be this way, but I saw no way to change. One of the big milestones of my exclusionism was when my mother asked me to start watching my 6 month old baby sister so that her and my father could go out. She would be in bed, and I would probably only have to feed her once…but I could just not be bothered. My mom looked sad, and I felt really bad. I just fed my neurosis by getting online and buying a couple of funny t-shirts before settling down for some awesome PvP raids.

I busied myself doing what I always do for the next couple of weeks, which means I sat in my room and got busy wasting my last summer before college on a computer. One day, my mother politely knocked on my door and stepped in wearing a really nice new dress. She quickly said, “I know you won’t eat it, but dinner is in the fridge. Tina is here. Try not to get in her way so she can take care of the baby, okay? Love you!” Just like that she was gone, leaving me surprised and with a strange girl in the house. I sat there, just staring out into space for a long time. I gathered my courage, put on one of my better funny t-shirts, crept downstairs, and saw what had to be Tina. She was perfection. A little geeky and completely charming. I loved her.

I’m not sure she could hear my heart breaking to pieces for her, but she turned around and smiled and patted the seat near her. We talked for a minute, or maybe an hour. Time got all crazy for me because I just wanted to keep drinking her up with my eyes. It seemed so unfair when the baby started crying, but I let her go. She turned around and said she wanted to hang out again, if I wanted…and that she would like to see more of these funny t-shirts I had. As soon as she was out of sight, I hopped right up and left my folded shirt on the couch with a quickly-scrawled note that said, “Please keep it.”

I wanted so badly to see her again. I couldn’t play my games, I couldn’t read, and I couldn’t sleep. I was sad and happy all at the same time. I didn’t know what was happening to me. She came every week, and I could never go back down the stairs to see her. Instead, I started leaving her one of my favorite funny t-shirts with various notes. I started leaving hearts on the notes, and I expected her to start returning the shirts…but that never happened. The night I saw her smiling up at my window as she left was the night I decided to talk to her. My outer walls had crumbled, and there was nothing I could do but dedicate myself to winning her.

And that is the story of how I met the most wonderful girl in the world. She is perfect, and has been that was since the beginning. She has showed me how to live a more social life, introduced me to awesome music, and helped change my life with her understanding and love. All of this came about just because of some funny t-shirts, and most likely because of a very intuitive mom who interviewed several babysitters before finding the right one…for me.

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